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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required failed “savior” turns addict s/he wants to “save” you from yourself to feel like they have a purpose, as if they were put on this planet by some greater force, something that spoke to them & said, “dearest subject, you need to help johnny doe! yes, you need to help jenny doe! for they are on the path to self-destruction”--- and yet, the context of this destruction of the self never changes--- the savior thinks that if they put a bandage on this little cut, that the whole body will feel better--- but the body of the world is getting sicker by the day & all the cures, being unsatisfying, benign & just plain boring, do not suffice. soon, the failed “savior” sees themselves for who they really are in the mirror one morning, an addict like the rest of us, seeing nothing in the reflection but a sickness brought on by our fast-paced human progress & increasing ignorance of health as a means of sustaining the organism. as the failed “savior” becomes addicted her/his “purpose” is revealed to be a sham--- their whole world breaks down into the bare necessity functioning components which thrive only to get the next fix of their chosen poison & they take their place on the conveyor belt being disassembled & refashioned psychologically by the stresses of the world whose relentless pounding will only cease with the coming of the machines.
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